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After three days of digging at the site two more skeletons were uncovered. Each was found with the dried remains of a yellow rose. With a total of five bodies to work on, everyone was kept very busy. The cause of death on all but the first remains was found to be manual strangulation. The first one, now positively identified as Mary Barrett was killed by blunt force trauma. It had become clear to everyone that what Wren had stumbled on was the burial ground of a serial killer.
The newspapers had some how gotten wind of the roses and had taken to calling the assailant the 'Gentleman Slayer'. A further week of combing the archaeological site had uncovered no more bodies and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The most recent remains was fifteen years old, so evidently the killing had stopped.
Just as the last skeletal remains were positively identified, a call came from dispatch for an ME to meet Detective Hoyt at a construction site in Southie. A woman's body had been found by some workers coming on shift; she was holding a yellow rose. The body was id'd as Julie Theodore, a systems analyst. She was last seen leaving a pub where she and some friends had gone to celebrate her promotion.
Two days later, Deborah Whitney, a doctor was reported missing by her boyfriend, the next morning her body was found behind some materials at a renovation project in Old Town. In her hand was a yellow rose and there were bruises on her throat.
Jordan and Wren were busy doing the autopsy of victim number seven when Nigel came in, smiling at the sight of two of his favorite people. As he passed the desk he grabbed up the photos of the latest woman and took a quick look.
And froze.
"Hey, no fair peeking, Nige." Jordan protested, laughing. Wren looked up, expecting a smart comeback only to see the dawning horror on his face.
"Nigel, honey?" She asked stepping over to gently put a hand on his arm.
Like a zombie, Nigel took her hand and led her to a stool then sat her down.
"Luv, I don't know how to say this, but," he gulped, then held out the photos. "Have you noticed something about his victims?"
"I thought it was just a coincidence, when I first saw the photo of Mary Barrett, I thought it reminded me of someone. But these, oh, hell, look." Nigel handed the two latest victim's faces to Jordan.
She took a glance, concerned at Nigel's behavior, then gasped, understanding the fear he displayed.
"Wren, there's no hiding this, every victim we've found, well, they all resemble you." Jordan told her, gently trying to ease the news.
Staring down at the woman who could have been related to her, Wren closed her eyes for a moment, then just as suddenly, opened them wide.
"Like hell I'm going to let someone or something scare me!" she furiously said, then took Nigel's face in her hands and kissed him.
Shocked, Nigel returned the favor, then clung to her. "Wren, luv. I'm not going to let you out of my sight until this bastard is caught, you hear me?"
Wren opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. "You win, Nigel, sugar." She wearily answered.
Any further discussion was tabled as Woody came rushing out of the elevator. "We've got another body in South Boston, at a new store site. Garret's already there and he wanted all hands on deck, end quote. And," he held up his hand, "this one's new, just within the last couple of hours."